RMFH - Apartment 1

[Ookalf]

*Coby enters the apartment after the others.* Man... All these guys, too?

[Sailor Ganymede]

"I made a half chocolate half white cake Miss Helena." Jenna said happily with a giggle.

[ashuros]

Having finished her job in Helena's apartment, Cleany enters shortly after Coby. “Yeah, we were hit last night.”

[Alissa of Someday]

/Cookie puurrs involuntarily at the ear-scratching.../

"Nyaaa--nothing at all...And I don't know where Lloyd is..."

/For the moment she tries to ignore Jamie's reaction./

[Blaze]

Adam from the bomb squad enters the apartment with a frown on his face, though his visor hides it. "All right, which one of you punks called about a bomb? Hurry up and admit it was a lie so I can get out of here." he snaps to the occupants.

[muffinstud]

Fern points at Helena with wide eyes. "It's her! She's the one with the bomb! Where...wait, where are the others? You're not alone, are you?" Fern steps back towards the wall and hugs herself. If there's only one...it won't end well. She hoped there wouldn't only be one...

[Mystic Mina]

"Oh, it seems we have an uninvited guest.... You could have at least knocked on the door before you came in." Helena saunters over next to Adam's side and rubs the side of his visor with one hand, using the other to hold her phone behind her back. "I don't take kindly to people who know no manners. Now, leave at once.... Unless you wish to join us for dinner?"

[Blaze]

Adam ignored Helena for now and walked over to Fern. He knew how to recognise fear, and she was definately afraid. "Miss, are you saying she really has a bomb set up somewhere? Don't worry, I'm the best in the squad. Tell me where it is and I'll defuse it, no problem!" he says in a confident voice.

[Mystic Mina]

By the angry look on Helena's face, everyone in the room can clearly tell the demon girl is offended by the policeman's behavior towards her. Her fingers dance across her phone's keypad as she glares at the back of Adam's head and mutters to herself.

"Yet another person with no manners.... I'll have to teach you some over dinner. But first, something needs to be done with your wardrobe....."

Adam may suddenly feel a cold draft around his lower area as the legs of his pants on his uniform fuse together and crawl up to his knees. Meanwhile, his skirt loses its sleeves joins with his pants, creating a strange, one-piece dress that doesn't quite look complete yet. If Adam were to look at his bare arms and legs, he'd see absolutely no trace of hair or muscle on them. It's just smooth, silky skin....

[Zoey]

Sarah can hear the comotion outside of her room. "Shit, there having dinner here?! I might as well stay the whole night here... *sigh* I should really have to move out"

[muffinstud]

Fern was about to tell the man just what was going on until she saw the changes to his outfit. "She is the bomb! Move...please..." She closes her eyes, blushes profusely and runs towards Adam. Her intent was to push him away from Helena, but she just bounces off him and lands on her rear. She quickly tucks her legs underneath her, conscious of her spread legs even though she's wearing jeans. "Owww...."

[Blaze]

Adam ignores the changes, too focused on how Fern said that Helena was the bomb. He immedately spun around to look at her, checking for any bulges in her clothes that may be explosives. However, when Fern ran into him, he turned around again to look down on her. "Ma'am, are you drunk? Or high?"

[Jacqueline]

"It would be in your own best interest if you did not aggrevate Helena," Jamie tries to intervene, her voice momentarily trailing off as Fern flashes the people in the room.

[muffinstud]

Fern stays seated on the floor, her head in her hands. "I'm sorry...I just wanted to help. I...hope she doesn't punish you too much..." She looks at the floor from right above her knees, looking as forlorn as can be. "I'm sorry..."

[AshK]

*Jenna sets the cake on the table and sets a knife besided it so it can be cut.*

"There! Like the cake is all done." Jenna said happily as she giggled and went over toward the commotion.